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This is probably one of those things that native Americans know from age 8,
but it was a revelation to me. A reader has told me that all of Emily
Dickinson’s poems can be sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” It
checks out. Amazing! Since presumably the same is true for anything in
iambic tetrameters, you could likewise sing Pushkin’s “Eugene Onegin” to
that tune. We learn something new every day.



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